green, purple, and blue,
they all remind me of something
new
clouds hanging behind the sun,
while the hunter rises
to the tops of the crisp autumn
morn
a cascading effect —
hope
lingers on my breath,
while present is this indigo
aspect
combined with lavender,
an aura coming out from behind
the moon
they are all products of the love
living inside of me
and you
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I was elated last week when Dagmara K from Spillwords Press sent me a request for an interview. There were 12 questions, which were a lot of fun to reflect upon and to answer.
Thank you to Dagmara K and the entire team at Spillwords Press for the interview opportunity. It was an honor and a pleasure to participate in this experience.
And.
Thank you again to all of you for continuing to support me and for your friendship. You all mean the world to me.
You can read the Interview Q&A here.
Photo by natureworks, Pixabay
the fields brown grass reminds of tall tasks
flowers not yet weeping
seeds buried deep
awaiting the stars signal
to start creeping
toward the light on the other side
where crimson colored apples
and white-washed cotton candy
fill the skies
they are the seeds
made out of the kindest touch
and a whole lot of hope and love
A shorter version of this poem is also available on Twitter.
Photo by Bessi, Pixabay
the sky’s canopy lives in my mind,
restless at any given moment,
yet with the blue
contained
inside
of
this torment, transformation occurs, giving
way to stars that line my veins,
and suns that linger
inside
my
eyes for days
it is
the nature
of life’s canopy
on display
within the heart of you and I, if
we learn to love the pain,
and give it
away
while refreshing ourselves in the sun and stars
of another day…
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, a love emboldened…, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Another big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
a love emboldened…
books with broken spines, reminds me of a time,
when pain was deeper, a love
inclined
towards the heavens, farther than can be seen, it’s
as if, we’ve always
believed…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by ELG21, Pixabay
amber clouds, with darkness traced, a
a silver lining placed, in your
heart and mine,
forever
and
beyond
time, they
move in the sky
uninhibited by
mind, collecting dreams
from children
playing on
the
shoreline
sand settled in heart, a complex emotion,
takes us
apart
one
piece at a time, as tears fall from images
held dear, and we
move on
past
fear, into
another land
completely
held with awe and esteem, are the sky’s dreams,
these patterns traced
in the sand
and
collected by hand, so
sweetly…
Photo by natureworks, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, oblivion’s mist…, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
oblivion’s mist…
words cut from stone, it is your love shown,
resplendent and full of life,
calling me, it does,
twice
once before time began to run, like the rivers…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo Photo by WikiImages, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, love is all there ever is…, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Another big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
love is all there ever is…
gathering up the reminiscence lost, I
travel the world, wide and far,
searching
and dreaming of the nature within…I…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by 21539618, Pixabay
I am super excited to announce that my poem, with all their scars, is now available at Spillwords Press. I big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.
with all their scars
they say, life
is a performance
of sorts, played out
on the background of
perceived solidity
young children,
learning quickly…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash
heartbreaks are full of rain, and the setting sun,
is just the same, as senseless tragedies,
they came
knocking at our door, waiting, and watching
for us to bring the
thrum
of a life lived underneath the trim, and drum
of absence embroiled, and
shunned
weeping like the flowers on a midsummer morn,
we call to the heavens, wanting to know
more
about the reasons existence pulls the chains and
chords, while we fight against our inner-
discord…as
remembering seems like an eternity, we draw
on every piece of light left available, and
take it all in,
keeping
the
flame of hope and love alive, as we abide, and
continue to unwind
time
now…resting easy in our hearts and minds….
Photo by MabelAmber, Pixabay
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